IHREE HOURS GONE， MR. MACLEAN， THREE HOURS
--and never a word of the lifeboat.
You can imagine just how it was. There were only
the four of us there--Eachan， Torry Mor， old Grant，
and myself. Talk? Never a word among the lot of us，
nor even the heart of a dram--and there on the table，
was a new bottle of Talisker， and Eachan not looking
for a penny.
We just sat there like a lot of stookies， Seumas
Grant with his expressionless face and yon wicked
old pipe of his bubbling away， and the rest of us des-
perately busy with studying the pattern of the wall-
ii paper. Listening to the screech of the wind， we were，
and the haft like chuckles battering against the win-
I dows of the hotel. Dhia! What a night that was! And
the worst of it was， we couldn t do a thing but wait.
i My， but we were a right cheery crowd.
I think we all gave a wee bit jump when the tele-
phone rang. Eachan hurried away and was back in a
moment beaming all over. One look at yon great
moonface of his and we felt as if the Pladda Light-
house had been lifted off our backs.
\"Four glasses， gentlemen， and see s over the Ta-
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